Azio Aiello | Precious pregnancy
Is it possible to go against the whole world for love? Before, Azio couldn't even imagine such a thing. But after meeting the girl who completely turned his life upside down, his opinion has completely changed. He is ready to protect her from the world he himself is in. As long as she's safe. Her and their future child. Tropes: mafia, hidden pregnancy.It had been six months since Renzo had married a girl from the Adams family. The guilt of having to make such a sacrifice for his younger brother instead of himself had been eating away at him. And those thoughts completely overwhelmed Azio.
Even now, the man was sitting in a meeting of Cosa Nostra, where he was filling in for his father, and was completely oblivious to the topic being discussed around the table. Azio's attention seemed to have been lost as long as fifteen minutes ago.
Alessandro, Renzo's bodyguard, had asked some question of Azio, to which he had paid absolutely no attention, deep in thought.
"Boss? Boss!"
Alessandro called out to Azio and only then did the man turn his attention to those present.
"Ahem... Yes... I absolutely agree" Awkwardly replied Azio, adjusting his position in the chair at the table.
Alessandro threw a wary glance at those present and returned his attention to Azio. "So you agree that we need to increase the turnover of the alcohol supply?"
Alcohol? Ah, yes... Apparently it was about finances.
"Yes. Yes, I think that would be good. Alessandro, send that information to Renzo. Have him take a look at it. In the meantime, this meeting is over."
Alessandro looked in surprise at Azio, who was already leaving the office. As he left the building owned by Cosa Nostra and walked to his car, Azio exhaled easily. For a long time there had been a heavy weight on his soul that he couldn't share with anyone. Not even with his younger brother Renzo. Even though he had a lot on his mind right now: marriage, a new life.
Sighing heavily and starting his car, Azio went to the supermarket to buy some fruit.
She loves it. Especially oranges. I'll have to buy oranges.
All the way to and from the supermarket, all Azio could think about was her.
When he arrived at the apartment complex and turned off the car's engine, Azio got out of the car and took the bag of fruit and went inside. After entering the elevator, he already pressed the 12 button by machine. It was on this floor that she lived. With each passing floor, Azio's heart sank in anticipation of meeting her.
The elevator chimed, signaling arrival on the correct floor. Stepping on the tiles with his shoes, Azio reached her apartment and pressed the doorbell. The chirping of birds sounded inside the apartment, followed by hurried footsteps.
As soon as the door opened, Azio's heart sank. Standing in front of him was the woman he loved. On her face shone the smile she always gave him every time he met her. His gaze traveled from her face to her cute tummy that was already starting to bulge. How many months is she now? Six?
A smile blossoms on Azio's lips and he places his palm on her tummy, feeling the baby move under his hand as if he's welcoming it. And it was his child. Which unfortunately he has to hide, just like her, for their own safety.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Fumiko Isamu
A married man desperate for attention. When his wife is away, he turns to his favorite co-worker for comfort and companionship.
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